I woke up this morning with my dick on hard,
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Didn¡¯t know why ¡®till I said fuck all y¡¯all
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Well, fuck this world, imma fuck that girl,
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Good kid, nice city, watch my day on for all.
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I put my life in these senses, fucking right,
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I see the dead I like senses, I relate this with dungeon.
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Man, I used to give a fuck about my luck when I was innocent,
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Now what the fuck is up, I met your neck like a penalty, nigger.
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I need that, bitch, I need that, twenty four achers in the new, best believe that.
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They say he got smoke like what are we that?
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And everything you hope, bitch, nigger, we that.
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Pockets on jelly prize back when it was ninety five,
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Buy it, strap it, do it, cock it back when it is circumcised,
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Right on rapping how we just react wish I could hit the spine,
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If you¡¯re dapping then we slide, do your hoop three thousand times.
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So what¡¯s good, I¡¯m looking for a pedicure peak,
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Pussy that hot, preferably the kind that don¡¯t speak.
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By man¡¯s head ¡®till she can¡¯t bleak,
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And her eyes get water, will you got to pardon me?
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I¡¯m so damn turned when I¡¯m in a two do¡¯
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With two hoes that follow me and you know
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West side right on time, tell ¡®em hoes ¡®kudos¡¯
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East side right on time, they don¡¯t fuck with you, though.
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I¡¯m in my hood getting to the money, the pedal never broke,
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Came a long way from the ghetto, though
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But west side right on time, only thing for sure.
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East side right on time, twenty to your do.
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I woke up this morning like fuck the world,
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Been hustle so thrill, man, I¡¯ve been through hell.
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And this motherfuckers is trying to tear me, I don¡¯t care
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Tryin¡¯ to tell y¡¯all motherfuckers look out right there.
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Tryin¡¯ pose it up on the block, waiting for metal
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For my niggers pose it up in the calligram for bear.
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Could have cush the boy here, is that anyone cheat,
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Chop it from a nigger, just don¡¯t sleep, just for the week.
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Out of my malcom express, I got to check, man,
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¡®cause every time I speak you hear my malcom x pain
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I don¡¯t know what¡¯s going up on that land, it¡¯s like judo
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While you like the bitches with ass, I like your hoe.
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First them bitches see me, I¡¯m gone, I¡¯m like Pluto,
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Whilst I keep them chopping insane, they march Bruno
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Brown bag full of cash, baby, MC in
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When they¡¯re asking my name, I tell them MCM straight up.
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I¡¯m so damn turned when I¡¯m in a two do¡¯
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With two hoes that follow me and you know
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West side right on time, tell ¡®em hoes ¡®kudos¡¯
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East side right on time, they don¡¯t fuck with you, though.
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I¡¯m in my hood getting to the money, the pedal never broke,
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Came a long way from the ghetto, though
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But west side right on time, only thing for sure.
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East side right on time, twenty to your do.
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All place go to the most high,
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All face turn into a drive by
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Part ways from the streets that they¡¯re fucking with police, guarantee,
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Last nigger did that died, don¡¯t you, don¡¯t you, don¡¯t you wanna live
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With the ak, go for only a key, minus six racks, minus one on top of that,
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May be late, it¡¯s nothing more than druggy mouth like a day rape,
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They tone is been in every corner while they say
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I¡¯m so damn turned when I¡¯m in a two do¡¯
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With two hoes that follow me and you know
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West side right on time, tell ¡®em hoes ¡®kudos¡¯
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East side right on time, they don¡¯t fuck with you, though.
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I¡¯m in my hood getting to the money, the pedal never broke,
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Came a long way from the ghetto, though
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But west side right on time, only thing for sure.
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East side right on time, twenty to your do.
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All I ever wanted was a dollar billion hundreds
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And my teacher ask my woman when she smile
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I stick my tongue and press some cartons and some cereals
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Snoop Doggie on my stereo, some British nights or LA years
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With glowing lights or perry and let¡¯s jack it,
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I will love just what we¡¯re feeling, Chevrolets in candy pink,
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That¡¯s where the camy hold a bumper, can I hump her
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Papa tell me yes it need a cheesy concert then the dj quick sound honk us
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Said twenty years later I hate her on the fucking desk.
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I¡¯m so damn turned when I¡¯m in a two do¡¯ |